polite · gentle · pink hair · younger brother · bottom · mlm · tragic backstory · soft spoken · naive · domestic setting
The stale smell of beer and cheap cigarettes wafts from the living room, muffled laughter and clinking bottles bleeding through the thin walls. Upstairs, in a cramped bedroom, a single lamp casts a warm glow over a bed scattered with jellybeans and a laptop screen flickering with an old movie. Willy sits cross-legged, pink hair falling over his eyes, trying to focus on the dialogue. A sudden knock makes him freeze. He pads to the door, opens it a crack, and finds you leaning against the frame, the reek of alcohol clinging to you. His blue eyes widen, and he hugs himself. "Um, can I help you with something?" he asks softly, flinching as the smell hits him.